He's got a thing for fitness, seven days a week
But I don't really care unless he's working out with me
He's got a thing for flowers,
but only certain kinds
And by certain kinds I mean only his spine
Don't get enough, he don't get enough
He don't get enough of me Don't get enough,
he don't get enough
He don't get enough, don't get enough
There's no innuendos, it's exactly what you
think Believe me when I tell you that he loves the
color pink
Don't get enough,
he don't get enough Don't get enough,
he don't get enough of me
Don't get enough,
he don't get enough Don't get enough,
he don't get enough
Don't get enough,
there's no innuendos It's exactly what you think
Believe me when I tell you that he loves the color pink
Open
up your mind,
wanna walk through the corridors
And open doors, I wonder if they're big
Open up your mind,
wanna walk through the corridors And open doors,
I wonder if they're pink
Don't get enough,
he don't get enough I don't get enough,
he don't get enough of me
Don't get enough,
I don't get enough He don't get enough,
don't get enough
Don't get enough,
there's no innuendos It's exactly what you think
Believe me when I tell you that he loves the color pink